She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"There is no fact about me which if widely shared would make my people feel their trust had been betrayed. Because that would - I'd be unworthy of them."
"Sudoku boxes but it wasn't an especially clever reference I want to run with."
"- then I need to teach you all to do private thoughts, since magic Elves aren't as limited in the telepathy as - chip Elves."
"We have that too amongst ourselves, if that's reassuring about whether the concept was fictitious to begin with. You develop a mental habit of distinguishing thoughts you want to publicize, keep back, or communicate with a subset of people, using any metaphor of your choice."
"I was told months but had it by the time I asked to be checked, within hours."
"Okay, it was definitely past eleven thirty when I got gotten because I'd ordered lunch."
"I don't know if telling you all the metaphors I or Maitmo chose as little children will help."
"He went with 'sending some thoughts out to play while others are stuck inside watching', I'm 'underground versus aboveground'."
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